I worked in Stamford Hill years ago, no one stared at me. It seemed to me to be a lovely rather safe and peaceful place to walk around. I was only there for a few weeks though.
I agree Mini. Its easy to get a little paranoid when there are strange or different people around you. I well remember when i first started interacting with Jewish people of various Orthodox sects and also non Ortho. I thought to myself,, OMG these people are so different,they seem so aloof, they think they are better then me, the kids are so loud, look at the clothing, the Rebbes funny hat, the black ringlets,the weird rules in the house,dont do this, dont do that. They hate me because im a Goy and not one of them etc etc....
Gradually I just started talking to people. I found it difficult and stilted sometimes. Sometimes i felt like they didnt want to talk to the Goy.
Othertimes it just flowed normally.
I remember one conversation and i shall remember it for the rest of my life. I was in this elderly couples house. Im not sure if they were Orthodox or just very traditional. Clearly they didnt have any great outward signs of wealth. We were sat around the table and she had made tea and some jewish biscuits that she had shared and we were making small talk. The room was quiet except for our chatter and the tick tock of an old pendulum clock on the mantelpiece.
As we chatted my eyes wandered to the old lady facing me,, her grey hair, her neat pinnie , her hands and wrists slightly mottled and wrinkled with age and lifes' experience and then it caught my eye. A tattoo on her arm. My eyes wandered to the shelf to my right, old black and white photos of long gone family members, women in smart dresses and men in black suits with long beards, and then the small simple wooden frame with only one thing in it,, a faded yellow star with holes in it that had clearly at one time been roughly stitched to clothing.. it chills me now to tell the tale..